The Villainous Supporting Character Ended Up with the Female Lead - Chapter 2

Yun Weiyan felt as if she had been trapped in an endless dream.

Vast green mountains stretched under a bl00d-red setting sun.

She knelt motionless on the final step of the mountain gate’s staircase.

Yun Chuan, one of the six great sects of the Cultivation World, boasted a ten-thousand-step staircase forged from ninth-grade Spirit Stones, stretching endlessly into the heavens.

The sect’s true entrance lay hidden beyond the horizon, at the staircase’s distant peak.

In her dream, Yun Weiyan wasn’t bound to a System. Since she could remember, she had roamed the streets, begging to survive.

One day, she overheard that Yun Chuan was recruiting disciples. Those with exceptional spiritual roots and cultivation potential would be accepted as formal disciples. Even those with mixed spiritual roots but upright character and kindness could be retained for other duties.

Clutching at this chance, Yun Weiyan secretly followed a caravan for nearly half a year, enduring arduous mountain treks and river crossings, until she finally reached her long-dreamed-of Yun Chuan.

But she was immediately rejected by the disciple in charge of selection due to her young age.

Yun Weiyan, born with an indomitable spirit, gritted her teeth and knelt on the stone steps of the mountain gate for three full days.

She had never believed in fate. If her heart yearned for something, she would exhaust every effort, staking everything to seize it.

Her frail figure cast a long, lonely shadow under the setting sun.

It hurts so much.

Yun Weiyan gasped, massaging her stiff thighs. Her kneecaps throbbed fiercely after three days of kneeling, they were likely ruined.

If I keep kneeling, I’ll die.

Inwardly, she relentlessly questioned herself Should I continue?

A faint voice echoed in her heart, repeating

Give up. Yun Chuan will never accept you.

Am I really going to give up halfway?

No!

Yun Weiyan raised her head, gazing at the seemingly endless, majestic Heavenly Stairway of Yun Chuan. Her eyes burned with unwavering determination.

Yun Chuan had been founded by the Yun Clan, and as Yun Weiyan shared their surname, she believed she rightfully belonged as a disciple. Even if she couldn’t become a formal disciple, she would gladly serve as a menial laborer.

Slowly, she began to grind her knees forward, bracing her hands against the edge of the previous step. Like a frail, white-haired old woman, she trembled as she struggled to rise.

Inch by inch, she dragged her legs onto the next step, concealing her bitter resentment.

Her slender frame collapsed into another kneel, her knees striking the hard Spirit Stone with a dull thud.

Having gone three days without food or water, her lips were pale and cracked, her throat parched and hoarse. Yun Weiyan nearly screamed toward the gates of Yun Chuan

I am Yun Weiyan, orphaned and destitute. I beg Yun Chuan to take me in!

With that, she slammed her forehead against the stone step.

Still, no one responded.

Silence descended, deafening in its completeness. Yun Weiyan let the bl00d trickle down her cheek to her gaunt, jutting chin, each drop splattering onto the stone steps below.

As if her soul had fled, Yun Weiyan mechanically continued her ascent, taking one step and kowtowing with each stride. Again and again, she cried out, I beg Yun Chuan to take me in!

Dried bloodstains spread across every step.

No one answered, no one cared.

It wasn’t until a pair of white, embroidered boots suddenly appeared in Yun Weiyan’s bl00d-reddened vision that she stopped her hundredth repetition of the same motion, tilting her head back to gaze at the newcomer in a daze.

The person was strikingly beautiful, appearing to be around eleven or twelve years old.

Her features were as exquisite as a painting, resembling the legendary banished immortals who lived beyond the mortal realm. Her white robes only accentuated her ethereal, otherworldly aura.

Yun—Wei—yan, the person called her name softly.

Yun Weiyan froze, her mind blank. She stared fixedly at the newcomer, unable to respond.

To possess such unwavering resolve at the age of seven… you are destined for greatness, the person said, reaching out to touch the crown of Yun Weiyan’s head.

Yun Weiyan instinctively glanced at the small section of wrist peeking from the person’s sleeve—pale, flawless skin that seemed even more delicate than that of any wealthy young master she had ever seen.

This person must be an official disciple of Yun Chuan, a cultivator who had embarked on the path of immortality.

An immortal touches my head, bestowing upon me the promise of eternal life.

Was she truly meeting one of the celestial maidens from the poems?

Lost in her fanciful thoughts, Yun Weiyan heard the person chuckle softly. It’s a coincidence—my surname is also Yun. I’m a few years older than you. If you wish, you may call me ‘Sister.’

My name is Hanmian, but I have yet to receive my courtesy name.

Host, Host!

Beep. Detecting that the host remains unconscious. Initiating the ninety-ninth backup plan.

Extracting data. Please cooperate fully with the System’s operations.

Data extraction successful. Given the medical limitations of this world, initiating lightning convergence.

Converging lightning… Convergence successful.

A heaven-shattering bolt of purple lightning hurtled toward the small hill, its destructive force leaving trails of ash in its wake.

Which Fellow Daoist is undergoing tribulation here? Bai Ke shouted, frantically clutching her herb-gathering basket as she stumbled backward, her brow furrowed as she peered at the hill.

The purple lightning struck a jade-green orchid on the hill, its blinding radiance temporarily blinding Bai Ke.

Ah—!

System! I swear vengeance upon you!

The moment the lightning touched the orchid, the plant transformed into human form. With a swift hand seal, Yun Weiyan instantly dispersed the purple lightning.

Yun Weiyan waved away the ash swirling around her nose. The System had actually dared to summon heavenly lightning to wake her!

In the Cultivation World, tribulation lightning came in three colors white and orange were common, but purple lightning was the most severe trial for cultivators.

Those who faced purple lightning tribulation were invariably cultivators in the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, protected by their sects or noble clans.

Before her death, Yun Weiyan had only just broken through to the Great Ascension Stage.

Congratulations, Host Yun Weiyan, on your awakening. The System will continue to provide you with perfect service.

You’re trying to get me killed by Purple Lightning Tribulation, aren’t you?! Yun Weiyan furiously cursed the System in her mind. I’ve only been asleep for a few days! You agreed to this plan earlier!

You knew perfectly well that to reshape my body using the Paired Twin Bluefall Orchid, I needed to remain in the Spirit Soil for forty-nine days!

Host.

The System suddenly interrupted Yun Weiyan’s tirade.

Host, ten years have passed.

W-what?

Before the System’s words had even finished, Yun Weiyan swallowed hard and forced herself to scan her surroundings. She couldn’t believe she had been unconscious for a full decade.

How… how could this be?

Yun Weiyan gazed at the ordinary mountain scenery before her, yet it felt as if she had been transported to another world.

Host, it seems our plan has succeeded.

During your years of slumber, the Heavenly Dao never detected your presence.

Yun Weiyan, this time, you are truly and completely free.

The moment the word free left the System’s voice, tears involuntarily streamed down Yun Weiyan’s face.

Excellent! The Heavenly Dao can no longer touch her!

When Yun Weiyan transmigrated, the Yun Weiyan in the book was only ten years old and lacked the aptitude for cultivation.

She possessed the worst possible Five Spirit Root. In the Cultivation World, a Single Spirit Root was considered the most superior, followed by a Double Spirit Root. Triple and Quadruple Spirit Roots were deemed inferior.

Yun Hanmian, the sole designated female lead of the book, possessed the Chaos Spirit Body—a spiritual constitution even more heaven-defying than a supreme-grade Single Spirit Root.

Not merely a Spirit Root, but a Spirit Body.

Yun Hanmian barely needed to cultivate. She could meditate with her eyes closed and advance a thousand miles in her cultivation daily, breaking through a new realm every month.

While other cultivators faced life-threatening Thunder Tribulations to advance, Yun Hanmian bypassed them entirely.

For she was favored by the Heavenly Dao itself.

Yun Hanmian’s Thunder Tribulations were mere displays—a few harmless lightning strikes in the clouds, meant only to frighten the Yun Clan Elders surrounding her.

Heaven’s Chosen Daughter, Peerless Genius.

These eight words perfectly encapsulated Yun Hanmian’s entire life.

In stark contrast, Yun Weiyan served as the foil—a useless wretch utterly incapable of cultivation.

In the book, Yun Weiyan’s jealousy of Yun Hanmian’s cultivation talent gradually twisted her mind. Exploiting her youth, she repeatedly and deliberately smeared Yun Hanmian’s reputation.

Yun Weiyan claimed Yun Hanmian mistreated her younger sister, that her kindness was insincere. She would pinch her own wrist until it turned red, feigning abuse from her elder sister, and spend her days pitifully complaining to the sect disciples.

This resentment intensified after Yun Hanmian brought Yun Weiyan back to the Yun Clan. Due to the Elders’ opposition, Yun Weiyan was registered under a collateral branch, becoming Yun Hanmian’s illegitimate younger sister.

Yun Weiyan gnashed her teeth in hatred, unable to find peace day or night.

Even when the System revealed the plot to Yun Weiyan, she found the original Yun Weiyan’s animosity toward Yun Hanmian inexplicable. Yet, she had transmigrated into that very role.

According to the novel’s plot, Yun Weiyan would repeatedly scheme against and mock the female lead after reaching adulthood, ultimately being expelled from Yun Chuan and beaten to death by the female lead’s admirers.

A mere tool, a generic villainous supporting character, her sole purpose was to add an insignificant footnote to the female lead’s glorious and righteous narrative.

But this Yun Weiyan was not the same as the original.

After learning the plot, she remained stubbornly independent, refusing to cling to the female lead’s coattails or resort to the despicable tactics outlined in the story.

Instead, she relied on the System’s search function to roam the world, killing for treasures, infiltrating secret realms, and seizing Spirit Roots.

If my own Spirit Root is useless for cultivation, why not just steal a good one?

Yun Weiyan coveted Yun Hanmian’s Spirit Body above all else.

She repeatedly tried to extract Yun Hanmian’s Spirit Body, but each attempt failed. Before she could even touch the female lead, a mysterious force would violently repel her.

After lengthy discussions with the System, Yun Weiyan realized this must be the will of the Heavenly Dao.

This became especially clear after Yun Weiyan broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. Each subsequent minor realm advancement became excruciatingly difficult, finally confirming that the Heavenly Dao was consciously suppressing her.

Yun Weiyan wasn’t fixated on returning to her original world. No matter where she was, she would never become a defeated, tail-tucked-between-her-legs wretch.

The more the Heavenly Dao suppressed her, the more determined she became to ascend.

From being unable to cultivate at all, she progressed step by step Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, and finally, her assault on the Great Ascension Stage.

Each step Yun Weiyan took was exceptionally solid.

So what if her hands were stained with bl00d? All she wanted was to prove herself.

She refused to be reduced to a clownish villainous supporting character.

But this world belonged to Yun Hanmian. No matter how hard Yun Weiyan struggled, the Heavenly Dao inevitably pushed her toward the end of her predetermined fate.

After breaking through to the Great Ascension Stage, Yun Weiyan was shocked to discover she could no longer cultivate.

Her body couldn’t absorb even a trace of spiritual energy.

Yun Weiyan and the System scoured for a way out of this predicament, eventually discerning a faint opportunity within the Dao Arts of Demonic Cultivators.

No destruction, no creation.

From the depths of despair, rebirth.

Thus, she deliberately set a trap, using Ye Yazi and Guan Ling’s hatred for her to disperse her entire cultivation base. She allowed them to torture her, relying on one of the Paired Twin Bluefall Orchid’s stems to reshape her Dao Body.

If successful, she would break free from the body of Yun Weiyan in the novel, no longer bound by the Heavenly Dao’s constraints.

The remaining stem would serve as a contingency plan. In case of unforeseen circumstances, she could use it to revive herself.

But before the plan could be verified, Yun Weiyan was stabbed to death by Yun Hanmian’s sword.

Host, what are your plans now?

Will you return to cling to the female lead’s coattails, or seek another sect to continue cultivating?

Yun Weiyan, you should know that cultivating in flower form will be even more difficult than in your previous body.

Human cultivators’ Spirit Roots are incompatible with flora. Even if you steal one, it will be useless.

The System relentlessly analyzed the pros and cons in Yun Weiyan’s mind, urging her to return to the female lead and leech off Yun Hanmian’s fortune.

Yun Weiyan listened quietly to the System’s words, then couldn’t help but chuckle.

Host?

The System paused its ongoing analysis, its usually cold electronic voice tinged with confusion.

I’m going to kill her, Yun Weiyan said, her fingertip tracing the scar on the web of her hand—a mark left from forming the hand seal to block the Thunder Tribulation.

She lifted her gaze to the bright yellow figure in the opposite grove, her eyes burning with ambition.

A smirk curled her lips as she scoffed, explaining to the System, If my Spirit Root is lacking, I’ll try for her Spirit Body instead.

She may be the Heavenly Dao’s favored daughter, but no one—not even the Heavenly Dao itself—can stop Yun Weiyan from achieving what she desires.